Bri Edwards Poems

It was past midmorning, time to expel 'yesterday's food'.
[ I'll not use a slang word for feces; that might be thought rude. ]
Finished in the bathroom, I turned on phone and internet.
I drank some water & returned to bed, not time to quit bed...yet.
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I took a walk earlier, to avoid the increasing heat and I expected sweat.
And I DID sweat and I'm STILL sweating as I sit at my wife's PC table.
AND it feels like lightweight insects are wandering across my bare skin,
perhaps some mosquitoes hoping the sweat will help each proboscis in.**
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With not much action in my life, I strive to stretch my brain, OR..
at least exercise myself mentally to not lose what I've had BEFORE.
Some may say to me: 'Bri, what you 'had before' wasn't very much.'
Of course I attempt to NOT pay attention to THAT silliness and such!
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Joan, a 'Love Child', 'Our Girl', was at our wedding.
Alan, our first son, came soon after & loved sledding.
Carole, red-haired, green-eyed, arrived with her twin,
Karl Jr., but Karl died in infancy, with his dimple in chin.
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Bri's INTROduction POEM:

Dear Poem-Hunter friends (and 'others' who've not been so lucky) ,
I submit this display of poems. I think they all are rather 'ducky'.
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Thursday I picked plums, and.....I may have picked a peck,
but if it WEREN'T a peck I picked, "Who Cares? ". What the heck!
Some were soft, some still hard, some purple, some were green.
This year's is a "bumper crop", the best that Bri has seen.
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Chandan, I doubt I've ever thought of "it" this way before,
but you've asked who's my '"best friend" & here's 'the score'.:

Normally I'd say a high school friend, Karl; he lives now in Bangkok,
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Chapter 49
[Sheila Speaks]:

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My wives have pointed out each flaw I have,
not bothering to ease my hurt with salve.
They've said I'm mean and that I'm a bore.
They've stricken my heartstrings to the core.
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Who, In Their Right Minds, Would Waste So Much Time?
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